Chaos Rising

7

Void

"What?" He stands, his eyebrows knit together in confusion.

I grin. "You heard me, Scott."

"Stiles," he takes a step in my direction, "Stiles, what is going on?"

I scoff, shaking my head in disappointment. "You know, I actually feel bad for him." I say, smirk widening at the sight of Scotts blank face. "He didn't see it, but I do." I take a step forward."You hate him, you all hate him. It's obvious, Scott, you hate him for Allison, you blame him for killing her." I pause, mostly for dramatic effect."You know, it's really kind of sad, Scotty, because he blamed himself as well."

"Stiles, what are you saying?"

"Oh, wow." I roll my tongue around my mouth, amused. "I remember you being smarter than this Scotty boy. I thought you would have learned by now, you really have to learn not to trust a fox."

He takes a step back, into the showers. "Void..." he breathes, I step forward. "Where is Stiles?" He flicks his claws, warning me.

I raise my brows, he should know by now that those can't kill me. "I don't think you want to know." I answer, even now, I can feel the teenager in my mind, begging to escape. Urging me to let him out. And I might, soon enough. I can see the anticipation in Scott's eyes, and I decide to toy with him.

"Where-"

I cut him off with a corrupt grin. "Dead." I speak the word as though it is humorous, Scott's face falls.

"Liar." He spits, his claws retract back into his hands.

"I am many things, but that is not one of them." I lie. "Stiles was too weak, too broken to resist me. But he lasted longer than I thought, so I will give him that." I say, stepping over the girl's pale body. "He even tried to kill himself, Scott." Scott trips over his own feet as he stumbles back, falling into the tiled walls of the locker room showers. "I've seen the way you and your friends look at him, Scott. All you see is me, what I did to Allison, what I did to Aiden. You are scared of him. I noticed how you avoided touching me while walking to class, the way you didn't meet my eyes. What makes it worse, is that you never realized it wasn't Stiles you were talking to. And that, Scott, that isn't how bestfriends should act."

"Shut up."

"None of you were there when I killed him." I say, turning one of the shower knobs, letting water rain down on the sunken floor.  "And you weren't there for him. None of you were. He tried to kill himself, with a pair of scissors," I scoff, "a pair of fucking scissors, Scott. He was willing to end his own life to keep his friends safe, and he succeeded, except for the fact that he died for nothing."

"I'm going to kill you."

"You can't. Remember what happened last time? Remember what happened to your little huntress girlfriend? Oh, I have to say her death was my favourite, the way you held her in your arms while she took her last breath. It's quite touching really. History tends to repeat itself, isn't that what Kate said? First Derek lost his first love, then you lost Allison. I'm beginning to see a pattern here. Who's next? Liam?"

He lunges. His attack is anticipated, I step easily to the side, letting him smack into the wall behind me. He turns, red eyes glowing as he stands under the running water. "Your bestfriend tried to slit his own throat, Scott." I smirk, "he died, alone, without you, without his father, without his friends."

"Liar." Scott growls, canines barred.

"No, Scott, no I am not."

Yes, yes I am, but that is one thing he does not need to know.

"Stiles? Scott?" A new voice cuts through the silence, I see Scotts eyes move cautiously to the door. "Where are you gu-" Liam rounds the corner, his gaze falling on Brett's bloody body. "What the- what happened?" He asks, glancing up to see Scott, wet from his quick bath.

"Liam, get out of here." Scott urges, but the boy doesn't move.

"What's going on?"

"This is your beta?" I ask Scott, stepping back over the dead girl like a fallen tree.

"Stiles?" Liam's voice comes out squeaky, confused.

"That's not Stiles." I let Scott's words linger in the air as I look Liam up and down. His dirty blond hair is matted to his forehead with sweat from the lacrosse game, he blinks. Even without him showing any emotion, I can smell the uncaged anger radiating from his body, a scent like that of chili peppers.

"Hit me." I say, tapping my cheek.

"What?"

"I said hit me." I repeat, a grin creeps it's way onto my face. His lips part and his brows knit, uncertainty drifts over his eyes.

"I'm-" he looks at Scott, "I'm not going to hit you, why would I hit-"

"Don't try anything stupid, Scott." I cut Liam off, sending a sideways glance over my shoulder. "You know you can't kill me." I turn my head, seeing Scott curl his fingers around the metal, Brett's blood has already dried, setting an orangey hue to the shiny finish. "So what do you plan on doing with that?" I smirk.

"Nothing permanent." And he swings, hitting me in the side of the head. I stumble, bracing myself on the wall, raising my hand to my cheek, it comes back down red. I look back up, tilting my head.

"That wasn't smart, Scott."

"You killed my bestfriend, so you can suck my-" He takes another swing, but this time I'm prepared. I catch the stick, twisting it from his grasp. I toss it across the room, it clatters against the wall, the sound like metal on concrete.

"That-" I start, but never finish.

My vision is overtaken by stars, by wisps of light, and everything goes black.